Can’t hide it.
can’t hide it.
luke
Jac’s stomach rumbles and I know we should probably leave her; we’ve ruined enough of her night as it is. However, instead of making a move to leave, I get up from where I’m sitting and move to the kitchen to figure out something to make for dinner. But as I open the fridge I find it empty.
“Uh Jac?” I ask, turning to look at her over my shoulder, “where is all your food?”
“I didn’t get to go shopping yet this week.” She replies sheepishly.
I slip my phone from my pocket, opening to the bookmarked website for our local Chinese Restaurant.
I swipe through the menu, adding a large variety of options to the cart before placing the order for delivery.
Lake City might be small, but we have a few urban perks.
Closing the fridge, I spot the next best thing on the counter.
As I turn back to the living area with the bottle of tequila, I ask the pack, “well should we celebrate then?”
Taylor lights up, and I can see something brewing in his mind. This ought to be good. “We should definitely play Twenty questions!”
“I’m down, what rules are we playing by?” Jac replies, leaning back into Anderson with an ease that makes me even more certain about this choice.
“One of us asks a question and everyone takes turns answering.” Taylor explains.
“If you don’t answer—you take a shot.” We’ve played this in the past, but never with more than the three of us.
Monty and Taylor always toying with the line between flirting and friendship so openly while I held my feelings close to my chest. Maybe tonight I won’t?
If Jac can lean into this so easily, why can’t I?
An hour later we’ve gone around a handful of times while having devoured the takeout I ordered. The pack has successfully skirted around the standard “get to know you” questions with ease. I can confidently say I know middle names, favorite colors, if Jac knows how to bowl.
“I still can’t believe you work in a bowling alley, and have never bowled Jac.” Monty says in a teasing tone, reaching across the couch to tickle her
Fun fact, she’s never bowled.
Jac is curled up with her Chinese takeout forgotten in her lap. Snuggled up under a blanket while tucked into Anderson’s side I decide to ask, “what’s the most adventurous place you’ve had sex?”
Jac turns bright red. Fuck I want to see her red for so many other reasons…
I can tell she is trying to figure out how to filter this answer, and we can’t have that.
I glance at Anderson who’s so focused on how she answers I don’t think he realizes that he’s stopped breathing.
I think we all have, all the focus is on Jac at this very moment.
“Well… I really haven’t.. Uh… I mean it was only a couple times and always in bed. Never anywhere else.” She plays with her fork mindlessly moving scraps around her takeout container. All of us go rigid, locking eyes instantly. Our Omega hasn’t had anything good has she?
“What about you Luke?” Monty asks, the edge to his voice is clear that he wants to help make our Omega feel better but…
“I’ve… only done it once.” I say softly, taking a sip of the tequila and looking towards Jac. I expect shock, confusion and maybe pity when I look at her—instead I find admiration.
“Why?” She asks, no judgment in the question. Just curiosity.
“I just, I wanted to wait for our pack to be complete. I mean, they guys and I have done other stuff here and there in the past but yeah. I just haven’t wanted to. Yet.”
Jac shifts, tilting her head and nodding. No words are needed when I can see the acceptance and understanding on her face. Now I’m even more certain that she’s ours, and the reason I waited.
Taylor shifts, snagging the bottle of gin. “Well Monty and I once had a threesome on the beach of Cancun during… Sophomore or was it Junior year spring break?”
Monty and I both turn six shades of red at Taylor's abrupt statement. Clearly remembering that specific moment. I don’t know if it’s the tequila or just the comfortable zone we’ve managed to slide into so quickly, but my mouth is uttering the words before I can think better of it, “tell us about that Taylor.”
Monty whips his head towards me, eyes burning with lust, knowing that the three of us know this very moment all too well. Taylor and I lock gazes, so I lift the bottle to him in a sign to proceed. He reaches for it, our fingers brushing lightly with an electric zap.
Bringing the bottle to his lips, he tips his head back and lets the liquid gold slide down his throat.
I’m mesmerized as he keeps his eyes on me while he begins to swallow.
The motion of wrapping his lips more tightly around the neck of the bottle has my mind racing.
I wonder what else his lips could wrap tightly around…
The thought has my cock stiffening in my jeans, enough that I have to discreetly shift the pillow from under my arm to my lap so the rest of the room doesn’t catch on.
“Well, it was spring break, of course I mean that’s where the most fun happens. We found ourselves at this dive bar just off the beach in Cancun, we wandered off the resort and as we walked we spotted a group of guys who invited us to join them. Of course, being us, we said yes.”
He passes the bottle to Monty as he continues the story. “When we entered the bar we noticed a surprising lack of… Women.” He smirks at me when he says it, my cock continuing to grow harder with every word.
“Now we aren’t unfamiliar with being together. So, when the guy we’d been dancing with asked us if we wanted to get out of the bar and head to the hotel, we had to go.” Taylor pauses, looking at Monty for confirmation he’s okay to continue.
“Once we got out of the bar it was instant, lips, teeth, knots. This Beta was very hungry for a knot, and we obliged.”
It was me. I was said Beta. My cock is rock hard at this point, and if I don’t get some relief I think I might die.
I watch as Taylor continues to describe in great detail the erotic scene of how we all barely made it to the beach before I lost all my clothes, and he and Monty were pantless in the sand as I knelt before them and they fed me their cocks. Knots and all.
“You okay, Luke?” Monty asks from so close that I flinch slightly, his arm now resting on the couch behind my head.
As I come back to the moment, I feel his fingers brushing along the base of my neck, so softly I almost wonder if I made it up. Looking at his face I can tell I most certainly wasn’t, his little grin reaching his emerald eyes.
“Yup, I’m good.” I try to say with as much conviction as possible, while discreetly shifting the pillow a little further into my lap.
Taylor cocks an eyebrow at me, before he proceeds. “ Now that you guys know that fun little story. Monty, I think it’s your turn to ask a question.”
Monty leans over me, so close that I think he’s going to kiss me and my heart starts racing. He chuckles as he reaches for the tequila bottle sitting in my hands, pausing as his fingers touch mine at the same time he turns his head. His lips are right there, I should make a move.
Instead, he snags the bottle and turns sitting upright, he gulps the golden liquid down with ease.
“Jac. I think it’s your turn,” Monty sets the glass down on the coffee table as he leans forward. His alpha energy has Jac utterly focused on his every word.
“Have you ever put on a solo show for anyone?”